Reasons I Should Stick to Cats
So Ulysses S. Fish (who was initially named after Roman Ulysses, who is really just a poor man’s Odysseus, and this fish is definitely a poor man’s Odysseus, but one who had a really rough night, and is now really just named after the slightly terrifyingly incompetent former president because he doesn’t do much) is still alive.
And was living in a fish-cell with filthy water, made more filthy by my slight miscalculation of how much food would come out of the container and how effective scooping the excess food out with a plastic spoon would be.
So I decided to keep him from exploding. Which meant cleaning his bowl.
Step 1: Get fish out of his fish-cell.
This was easy. Mike did it. We put him in lidless tupperware and he blorp blorped for a couple of hours.
Step 2: Clean fish-cell. Also easy. Smelly, but easy.
Step 3: Back in bowl.
This, unsurprisingly, went less well. I didn’t want to touch the fish. I didn’t want to touch the icky water. So I tried to…encourage him to swim back into the cell without touching him, but he kept going back down to the bottom of the tupperware and eventually I was all, “no more of this, fishy, you are going back in bowl.” So then I had to touch him.
At which point I “encouraged” him with to much vigor and he thworped too far and landed on the counter and I tried to grab him and he was flopping and freaking out and I was flopping and freaking out and fortunately the kitten was terrorizing the Siamese in the other room and didn’t notice and finally Ulysses flopped flat and I scooped him up with some Quinoa from dinner and plonked him back into the fish-cell.
As of this morning, still not dead!!
I think he might need a tiny medal.
